“How can I help?”
“Easy. You record me pumping my biceps, working my thighs, and then, we end-up with the usual, stroking and cum on your face or in your mouth.”
“My mouth is not the usual…” I mumbled.
He did not even acknowledge my comment.
“They will pay good money but I promised them a full hour show. We’ll have to get creative to entertain them.”
“That does not weird you out? To have fags beating their meat behind their screens while they watch you live.”
“Why? I don’t even see them doing it. I just do what I have to do and I get the cash. Not everything has to be a big deal, dude.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I was so tired of being perceived as a drama queen or a whiner.
Actually, the plan seemed less intense than usual, cumming in my mouth aside. A work-out session following by a wank, nothing that I had never done before.
When I joined him in my room, Robbie was already sweating on a press machine wearing a tiny white short — he was quite obviously not wearing any underwear –, long white socks, and a grey tank top.
The logistics of the live were a bit different from what we were usually doing, I had to call the two homos beforehand making sure they were online at the same time. It took a few minutes to have everything set up.
As Robbie’s assistant, I was the one to deal while those technical difficulties while he was getting himself all wet and ready.
“Is this finally operational, cunt?”
“Getting there, Rob. I’m sorry, it’s not that easy.”
“Well, hurry, we have to keep them — and myself — in the mood.” He grabbed his crotch.
The shape of his flaccid dick was already fully visible under the shorts.
Finally, Muscle Worshipper 69 and Born To Serve had sent the money and they were both logged in for the show. Gross, one of them had kept his cam on and was already playing with his little dick!
I could have puked.
Luckily, Robbie was the one I had to watch and record, and compared to those queers, he was the definition of male perfection.
Weirdly, he looked even better than when I first moved in. He was somehow bigger and leaner, his abs were even more defined than before, he was a bit hairier too, and the way he was so shameless about his dominant side made him look so much more attractive.
I mean, to those guys watching and paying of course… There was no way I was attracted to another dude.
I knew my job and I did it well.
I was moving around to offer different angles to the clients watching, before settling on the usual favourite position: me crawling on the floor and filming Robbie from below.
He was working-out above me, looking like a muscle giant, droplets of sweat falling on the phone and right on my face.
When I got the angle right, I could record his dick hanging below his loose shorts. His balls too.
How were they so big, still? He had nutted just a few hours before. That guy was a sex machine. And I used to think I was the horniest man on Earth…
“You like what you see, bitch?”
I nodded yes. It just came naturally at this point.
Robbie took a sip of water and spat half of it on his already drenched top. The rest was sprayed on my face. It was time for a strip tease.
“It’s fucking hot in here. Wanna see what’s underneath?” He said, rubbing his own nipples through his wet tank top.
I got on my knees to catch a better angle of his chest while he was attempting to remove his top. It was a tedious process; the fabric was like glued to his skin.
“Help me out, whore.”
“Sir… I am holding the phone.”
He slapped me.
“Just put the phone there, idiot.” We had a tripod in the room. “And take off my top!”
I did as I was told, feeling embarrassed of my lack of initiative. A split second later, my hands were rubbing his chest in an attempt to strip my Master off.
The guys watching were apparently loving my appearance on the screen.
It was decided that I would stay in front of the camera for the entire duration of the stream.
“How do I smell?” Robbie asked with his usual smirk.
“Very good, Sir.”
“Take a good sniff, then!”
He grabbed my head and pushed me down his pits. In an instant, my nose and mouth were fully smothered in his sweaty bush. Fuck! The smell was strong!
“This is ALPHA MALE JUICE you are sniffing out, cunt.”
I was choking but I did not dare to move. I let him forcing me against his armpits.
“TAKE IT ALL IN!” Robbie yelled, hysterical.
After a while, I got used to both the smell and taste so it became a bit easier to sniff his manly body. Only the position was a bit uncomfortable. Robbie let go of me when he decided it was time to show his arms and biceps to our small audience.
When he flexed, Muscled Worshipper 69 sent a 100 dollars donation to show his appreciation. My roommate was owning this guy.
“Take off the socks and make him suck your feet, Sir.” The other viewer suggested.
Another foot lover… There were so many of them! So many freaks!
“Come here, boy.” Robbie told me as he sat down on the bed. “Take those off.”
He lifted his legs in the air.
Jesus, I had not realized how drenched his socks were at this point! It looked rough.
I did not even think about contesting the command though. I simply crawled towards Robbie and got to work, no matter how dirty and stinky those feet looked while I was slowly, and somehow, seductively removing the socks off.
That was the moment where Robbie started to fondle with his cock through his shorts. He was getting turned on… And as crazy as it sounds, I was too…
After I was done with the socks, he pushed his bare feet against my face. One on each cheek, quickly, my face was fully covered with his soles.
What the hell was I doing? I stuck my tongue out.
“Don’t act so passive, bitch. I know this is your nature to be a beta, but when being offered a nice size 12.5 foot, you lick and suck it proactively.”
Before that, Robbie was the one rubbing his feet against my tongue, but now, I was the one going after his toes to lick them.
I think I will remember for the rest of my life how it felt to put his big toe in my mouth and to start sucking it for the first time.
I raised my eyes towards Robbie and his dick was out of his shorts, hard and leaking. He looked so proud.
“Suck those toes, babe.”
My brain disconnected.
Babe.
That was new.
“Show me how good you would suck that cock.”
His dick was so much bigger than his toe, I needed to swallow more of his foot to prove my worth.
The next few minutes were truly raunchy, I was going on his feet like a maniac until I swallowed his entire right foot in my mouth. I struggled, gagged, got some tears out of my eyes and spat out what seemed like a gallon of saliva but I still took the five toes deep in my mouth, and then in my throat.
“Fuck! Hmm… You’re a… hmmm… great fucking whore! The best whore in town! Daddy is very proud of you, bitch.”
Incredibly enough, Robbie seemed genuinely happy with me. More than that, he was loving this! And me… Was I? Could I still lie to myself?
“This is what I like you see, when you act like a good obedient boy.”
He slapped my face with his 12.5 inches right foot and then spat a huge loogie on my face.
“Thank you.” I whispered.